My Daughter’s Classmates Held Prom in Her Hospital Room Because She Couldn’t Attend Due to Her Illness – Then One of Them Handed Me an Envelope and Said, ‘Here’s the Real Reason We’re Here’

round of chemo had hollowed Carol out in a way the others hadn’t.

Her cheekbones looked sharper, and her hands looked smaller.

On the rolling tray beside her sat a leather journal I’d bought her in February. She wrote in it every day now. Letters, too, were carefully folded in thirds and addressed in her looping handwriting to names I recognized from continue reading …